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In the fresh spring morning air of April, on the 2nd day, and the 2000th year. At Cox South Hospital, a kid was born in Springfield Missouri. The parents yet don't know how to choose their newborn sons name for the rest of his life. A name that would suit him, that would be his identity, something that he would be proud of. So my dad suggested a name my mom didn't like it, my uncle suggested a name my mom didn't like it, and my mom suggested a name and my dad didn't like it. So they came up with a couple names and wrote them on paper then threw the names in a hat. My mom kept drawing until she saw the first name she liked. Then after that was my middle name. That's how my identity was chosen. At that moment I was Jacob Hunter Smith.

The first two or three years i don't really remember. But I know i was so happy I would sit in the middle of that bench seat next to my dad, Im drinking my bug juice that he got me every day, and he would be drinking a route 44 of pepsi. Listening to the radio while back roading or going to work with him. In that electric blue 1977 chevy silverado k10.

Then one day out of NOWHERE i had this new person come into my life. My mom gave birth to my little sister. Riley. After a little while my mom and dad started fighting a lot, we couldn't pay for the rent so we moved back into my grandma and grandpa's house that we built for them. We stayed there for a long time. After we moved in, we started finishing the basement so that my dad. Mom, my sister and me could live down there and still be a family.

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While all of this was going on i didn't really see much of my mom. It started with a day not seeing her. Then she came back for a little bit. Then that day would turn into days. Then she would sleep for a bit a day or two. And fight with my dad. And then those days turned into week. And then months. I got so use to it at the time i thought it was normal. Then one day my mom packed her things in the lexus that my dad had bought her and she moved out. I didn't know what was going on, but i knew that something was wrong when my role model. The person i looked up to so proudly and walk as tall as he did. Started to cry and fall apart. And there was nothing i could have done to help, it tore me apart to see the one person that is always there for me to crumble so hard and so fast.

My dad and my uncle have always had this bond since the day i was born nothing could tear it apart. We did every together to make every feel as normal as it could. With my mom being gone. The memories of my dad, my uncle and me those memories are irreplaceable. Like the first time they took me hunting. I was 6 years old. They took me turkey hunting i remember before they even took me hunting. In the afternoon when the sun was about to set we went out in the woods to put the turkeys to bed doing hoot owl calls so we could get an idea where there at and which one could possibly be the dominate turkey. So when opening day came we knew which one to go after. I remember hearing the gobbles of those turkeys they were so far away but it got my adrenaline pumping so hard.

The morning came when my dad, uncle, and me woke up to go turkey hunting, it was probably about 2 hours before sun rise. So we could go to get some morning beverages from plaza gas, my dad got a route 44 pepsi, my uncle got a route 44 mountain dew, and i got a 32 oz of doctor pepper, then we headed out to the woods. When we got to the spot we were parking the truck my dad and uncle told me not to be loud and slam the door. So when i got out and ready we made a couple hen calls… then the dead silence of woods filled by gobbles. We started our way to the turkey we thought that was more dominant. We walked about a quarter mile and made another call we heard the one we were trying to go after. He was gobbling his head off, but the bad new is that he was still about 2 miles out. So we kept walking towards the bird. Me my dad and uncle got to the spot where we thought we could get the turkey that has been gobbling all morning long. We sat there for probably 5 minutes and there it was the bird we had been hunting i was so excited, that i was shaking so bad i got busted. The next thing i hear is a cluck and the bird went behind tree and it was gone.

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Chapter 3 Where I Grew Up

I grew up in Ozark Missouri, the first place i lived i don't really remember but it was in a single wide trailer. And idk about my neighbors at this point. We started to build my grandparents house on larkspur dr. after we were done building their house. We moved to a rental house on w bengum and i kinda remember my neighbors at this house one couple was old and nice, and the other ones where nice but never really met. Then we were having hard times. And couldn't afford rent, so we moved in to my grandparents house that we built for them and we stayed there for about 8 years and it was where i grew up most of my childhood. We lived out in the country and we had every that i could have ever asked for. A great family, great neighbors everyone and everything was awesome.

Then once the economy crashed we had to sell every that we had and the house. So my dad mom, sister, and uncle, and I moved to a house at n14th ave for six years me and my sister had to share a room, my dad and mom had one room, and my uncle had his own, the neighbors were nice but weird, idk if it was because i moved to the city and every one was so close. The parents were so overprotective, so i couldn't really find any friends and once i did we never really hung out. Then we moved to a house in cobblefield estates, my next door neighbors that are an older couple are pretty cool i feel bad because of my loud truck but they don't seem mad about it. And the other one is a lonely old man, basically colcasac the nazi, but for short, a fucking dick head. He gripped the other day because im trying to fix my truck so i can have a vehicle again so i can get a better job. He bitches about everything.

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My best friend well was best friend we went threw a lot of together. He introduced bmxing to me and we rode bikes everyday all day basically. And when we were not riding bike we were hanging out messing with rc cars or just raising havoc. We rode all over ozark, and making people mad, we were little hooligans just doing what we thought was fun. But in reality we were being little punk assholes. We´ve made people mad at us, people have threatened us and called the cops. But we never got into real trouble. Until lance stayed the night one night and we were about 15 years old and we decided it was a good idea to sneak out and have a all nighter bmx night. We rode all over ozark that night and almost to nixa. We turned around and decided to head home to get a drink of water. At this time it was about 2 in the morning. We were getting ready to pass the otc and then a spot light shines on us and i was like crap, then lance said run for it. But i got to the bank and stopped for the cop. Because i didn't want any charges. Lance tried to make a run for it and realized that i wasn't behind him and turned around and decided to face the music. Long story short we talked a little and then the officer took us to my house and i had to wake my dad and he had to talk to the cop. Yeah he wasn't happy at all. Because he had to work really early in the morning. And we ruined his sleep schedule.

Then later on about 3 years later me and him aren't best friends anymore because he was doing some shady shit when i was asleep. He went upstairs and crawled into bed with my sister and her friend and what i heard was that he got a little handsy with my sister and her friend.

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My hobbies or activities that I use to take up my time. Well the number one hobby i have is working on my truck, right now im rebuilding the motor in the dang thing. Once again. This is the fourth engine we have put Ol´ Blue. Ol´ Blue is the name of my truck. I like to make sure everything is in tip top shape on that truck and lately i haven't had the time or money to fix all rust, paint, clear coat, and the dents. And other list of things because i've been so busy trying to keep my grades up and work.

My activities i like to do to pass the time is spend time with my family and help them out. And also do manual labor work or weld i like to work with my hands and i dont mind getting dirty to get the job done. What passes the time best for me is working with my hands and something to keep my mind off things. Like engines, i like to work on them and build them. Idk what it is about engines but when i get started on working on them i cant stop working on them until they are done. I guess I like the challenge of it because you have to be good at math and know what is happening and what does what. Also i love working with my dad because there are things that i can still be taught and things i can teach him. And it's fun to know new things and to do them with my dad. And when something you've been waiting for and working on so long, to feel that accomplishment after when it is done there's no better feeling that you could feel. Knowing that it is done and it works. And you did it. That feels so good.

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What makes me, me. Well first off what makes me even a thought of being me is my dad. He has always been there for me. He's the strongest and toughest guy I know for the things he's put himself through is insane. And I want to know how in the world he did it. Because he loves this woman more than anything in this world and nothing could change his mind about that woman, he does his best and every in his power to this woman happy. And to make every day and night if not the best its a dang good night for her. So when she comes home from work she can relax and do what she wants to relax and make it the way she wants it. No matter how bad, how stressful, how frustrating his day was he puts all of that behind him. To make his wife and kids happy. After when my sister was born my mom was gone for days, to weeks without communication to my dad and when she did talk to him it was short and lied. About what she was doing and my mom never talked to us or saw us unless if she was not under the influence of that dumb drug. Which i truly do have respect for that. And my mom isn't a bad person, she is the most wonderful and amazing mom anyone could ask for. Sure the decisions she made wasn't the smartest. But she tried to be there as much as she could and she did everything she could to make us happy, when we were all together. Nothing mattered to her more than her family, her kids and her husband. But she was addicted to a very powerful and addictive drug. But she tried her best and that's what matters. All the things she put us through, I still wouldn't ask for a better mom. Because she is the best mom anyone could ever ask for in my opinion.

And sure she wasn't perfect but in reality who is prefect, no one we all have our ups and downs. She got better, she quit that stupid, highly addictive drug and she realized that she had to change not for her family but herself which makes me happy. Because she did it for her she didn't want to influence her kids, she wanted to keep us out of harm's way. And she got better for her, she wanted to see her kids again, she didn't just want to be apart of it, she wanted to be in our lives again. She wanted her family to be whole again. And so did my dad he did every he could to make our childhood the best he could when we didn't have our mom. My mom is one heck of a woman and if you think you can't get better well that's you telling yourself you can't. You are giving up on yourself when you don't think you don't have the will power. When in reality you do you have all the power in the world to make yourself better. Its if you actually want to change it for the better or not.

And my dad well he's taught me everything i know and he's taught me more than i could ask for. And when we were all weak and thought we had no hope he was there to just say we´ll get through it. There's nothing that will separate this family. And no matter what happened we would have to power through it and stand together and get through it together. When we thought this family was being torn apart it wasnt it was just making our family bond stronger and better for in the future. And if it wasn't for my dad's strength and my moms faith in god we wouldn't be family and i am so thankful for my life because it has made me who i am today and i couldn't have asked for a better life.

Life is full of ups and downs it's how you deal with the bad times and how you appreciate the good times. And when life knocks you down you get up and brush yourself off and never give up. There is no option to give up. And once you learn how to do that you'll be alright in life.

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My grandma and grandpa on my dads side, well my dad and uncle which they are twins and their biological dad left them at birth. But they never let at bother them. They worked hard on the farm and even harder to help their mom the best they could since their dad was never around. Then my grandma met my grandpa while he was in the hospital for a std. Because my grandma was a nurse, and he was her patient, ig you can say they hit it off. And she married him a couple years later. My grandpa adopted both of them and then there last name changed to smith. And then my grandpa quit teaching to work construction and then they moved to kentucky for about a year, then moved to springfield missouri. Then word at o'rileys and he was one of the head guys very well recommended by a lot of people. So well recommended that johnny morse hired him to build the very first bass pro. And we have a crap ton of money invested in stocks and built their dream house had a lake house, had a bunch of toys and then the stock market crashed and then we lost everything.

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I was about 5 or 6 when i took my first and only vacation my family went to myrtle beach south carolina, the plane ride seemed like it took forever to get there. And once we got there we met up with uncle bob and aunt lorraine. They took us to the condos we were staying at while we were there right on the beach. Me and my sister where on the beach like 24/7 playing in the water and doing every we could think of at the beach.

I body surfed all day long. And when the night came we went to high class places to eat. And after that we went night fishing. And every morning we went fishing for crabs for breakfast and nothing tastes so good. And the sunrise was so beautiful. Nothing like i had ever seen before.

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At the begging of senior year i was ready to get out of here asap and be done with school. I was working hard and trying to get everything done in a hurry so i could get out of here as fast as i can. A couple months go by I got a welding job and everything was going good. But then my truck blew up. After that i started going downhill fast. I was still going to that job but then i broke up with the girl that basically got me the job because her dad was the owner. And i lost that job. After that i wasn't really going to school anymore and i was making very poor decisions. I moved out of my house and moved in with my best friend with a girl he was talking to, and thank god i have him as a best friend because he is an awesome person and we did everything together.

Then i was at club rodeo and me and him where just doing us. And me and Issac my best friend were working on making bad decisions at the club. then this absolutely drop dead gorgeous girl comes up to me and smacks me right in the chest. And says ¨I heard you're not a fuck boy and you have a good heart is that true?¨ and then i look at Issac and I'm just like what is happening right now. Then i look at her and say yeah lol. Then she held on tight to me for the rest of the time i was there. And i had to leave. About 2 or 3 days later we match on tender and we start talking. A couple days go by and then we started dating. And to be honest if it wasn't for her i don't know where i would be probably a deadbeat loser without a highschool diploma. When we met it made me pull my head out of my ass, and made me start thinking straight again. And we've been dating for over 5 months now, she's the most amazing person and she has and does more than i could ever ask for. I greatly appreciate everything big and little thing she has done for me.

And now we have 15 days of high school left and all of that blowing school off and not doing what i was suppose to do is starting to bite me in the butt. And I'm trying to get everything caught up but i am very determined to graduate. Because i need this diploma so i can get a good job and good pay so i can accomplish everything i need to and want to do.

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1st couple of years i will be trying to figure out what i enjoy to do for the rest of my life. I am wanting to be a welder. And i will be saving up to buy a new truck and buy a house. And be saving for my retirement and just trying to become successful. And then probably in about 4 to 5 years i will be starting my family and by that time i should have everything i need to support them. Ill probably will have a nice house on some land out in the country. And give my wife and kids more than they could imagine.

And as the years go by i will be saving up and having a good time. Spend as much time as i can with my family and buy my dad, and uncle new trucks because i put there trucks threw hell and back and get my mom her most desired car or her dream car. And same with the wife. I want everyone to be happy and i want them to feel good about the boy they raised and i want to make them proud. My future for the next ten years is going have to be nothing else than success and they are no room for errors. I have to move mountains to avoid being financially stress. Because you have to work hard to play hard.